"I seem to have turned to Yi Jie. How many cups of different wines have i drunk this past month or just even the past few days.." thought Yang Qing with a wry smile as he poured a clear green wine that was the jade bamboo dew wine, which was one of Yi Jie's handiwork.
It had an earthy, mellow and refreshing taste to it, the kind that farmers would enjoy in the evening when the sunset had just set in and their bodies were seeking reprieve and comfort from the day's labors.